Archive for September, 2009

black black heart.

by on Sep.28, 2009, under Photography



photos: aneta kowalczyk

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by on Sep.28, 2009, under alphabet, blahblahblah, Thoughts


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some scenes i remember

by on Sep.27, 2009, under blahblahblah, Life, missflora, reprise

a lot thing i can’t remember.

13. Running and yelling in the rain with erica.

18th birthday. break up

18. cry all day, don’t know what to do.

19. bury myself in school all day all night without sleep. looking like a bum, wondering around with a blanket.

20. 清晨6點,走過好樂迪,一瞬間。落地玻璃全部都碎了

singing in ESLITE.

everlasting memory dancing at TRYST, under the waterfall.

waking up with you singing by my ear, whispering.

walking with emily from lane 216 to renai and xinsheng south. owls.

hours ago. trying to get the door knob out from Judy’s washroom door.

there must be more, i just can’t remember

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with lines of moon and paths of an apple

by on Sep.25, 2009, under poetry

-Pablo Neruda

In nude you are as bare as one of your hands
smooth, earthly, small, round, transparent
with lines of moon and paths of an apple,
in nude you’re slender like a naked stem of wheat.

In nude you look blue like the Cuban night
with stars and vines in your hair,
in nude you are whole and yellow
like summer in a church of gold.

In nude you look tiny like one of your finger nails
curvy, subtle, rose-colored like the rising dawn
and you move back to the world’s underground.

As if in a large tunnel of robes and chores:
your clarity, dressed, blinds and drops its leaves
and other times becomes a naked hand again.

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by on Sep.23, 2009, under alphabet, blahblahblah

I don’t know if I’m losing my way through this transformation.
I hope not.

What is passion?

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by on Sep.23, 2009, under alphabet, blahblahblah

Why don’t you just say it to my face, instead of sneaking around in the back? I want nothing but the truth.

I have no plans anymore.
Everything seem to be changing in a speed I CAN NO LONGER FOLLOW.

I can’t write, recently my brain is functioning in logic.

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the gap between.

by on Sep.23, 2009, under Photography









photos: Samuel Hodge

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use my skin, to bury secrets in

by on Sep.23, 2009, under lyric, Music

I will ask no questions
While I do my thing in the background
But all the time, all the time
I’ll know, I’ll know

Baby-i cant help you out, while shes still around
So for the time being, I’m being patient
And amidst this bitterness
If you’ll just consider this-even if it don’t make sense
All the time-give it time
And when the crowd becomes your burden
And you’ve early closed your curtains,
Ill wait by the backstage door
While you try to find the lines to speak your mind
And pry it open, hoping for an encore
And if it gets too late, for me to wait
For you to find you love me, and tell me so
Its ok, don’t need to say it.

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